Quote:
Originally posted by Iron Greasel:
Yo mama, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And her eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o'er her streaming throws her shadows on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted... nevermore!
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My love for you grows like cancer.